It’s not that I mind the 12 inches of snow that fell yesterday. Or even that it continued snowing even after I shovelled twice. In fact, I could even scoff at the storm that they’re predicting to hit on Saturday. No, my complaint that we simply don’t have any place left to put the snow that needs to be shoveled and there is so much that we can’t make snowmen or snow angels. Oh, yeah, that was two complaints. Sorry.

Ken shoveled the driveway Wednesday morning before he left and there were only 3 or 4 inches on the driveway when he and Reid got back.  I will have to get Reid out on the driveway this weekend to make some snow angels with me. I sure do miss them. Wednesday’s snow was too dry for snowmen - or snowwomen, for that matter. Reid would be equally happy to shovel but the snowbank where our front yard used to be is so high Ken has trouble getting the snow on top of it.

I was put in charge of the sidewalk because the snowbanks are lower and I was teleworking. You gotta do something at lunch, right? Being me, I took some pictures. You knew I would. From left (clockwise): the sidewalk when I walked out; I shovelled to the level of the porch; I shovelled half way down the sidewalk and then tackled it from the other end; sidewalk shovelled but snow still falling.

[1]  Did I mention that the day was mild and shovelling wasn’t as difficult as it would have been in the bitter cold? It’s true and I like to end on a positive note.